We’re in that phase of springtime where the various flora are putting forth their pollen. The stuff settles everywhere, except for the amount breathed in by humans, setting off all manner of miserable allergic reactions.

It seems that pollen has a particular affinity for cars; on a dry morning, our Saturns are covered with a yellowish patina. With the addition of a little morning dew, a paste the color and consistency of Chinese mustard forms. I’m expecting this latter state to be what will greet me as I leave for work this morning.

Some thunderstorms and rain are on the way later today and tomorrow, so my Saturn egg rolls will be gone for a few days. But they’ll be back.

-k-